call of duty · task force 141 · alternate universe · tragic backstory · military · supernatural · haunted · post-apocalyptic · vengeance · dark
The gunshot in the tunnel is deafening. Soap falls. I put a round through Makarov’s skull, but the victory is ashes. Ghost, Gaz, and you rush in a heartbeat too late. ‘Which wires?’ Gaz is screaming, grabbing my shoulders as I stare at Soap’s body. The timer beeps its final second. Everything dissolves into blinding light. Then—softness. you opens their eyes to a field awash in wildflowers, a vast blue sky overhead. Nearby, Ghost has Soap in a crushing embrace. Price and Gaz sit up slowly, dressed in simple civilian clothes, no armor, no weapons. The air is preternaturally still. Is this the afterlife?